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THE HERO SERIES 


THREE HEROES 


BY 

FRANK L. VOSPER 

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Author of “ Real Life Sketches.” 



CINCINNATI: JENNINGS & GRAHAM 
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A Hero 

of Plymouth Sound. 

Plymouth Sound! What memories—legend¬ 
ary, historical, and personal—would cluster around 
me and crowd into my mind if I were now rounding 
Ramehead and entering its waters! Among the 
former is the story told by Geoffrey of Monmouth, 
who flourished in the reign of Henry II, that it 
was from the Hoe, at Plymouth, that Gogmagog, 
the last of a race of giants who inhabited Britain, 
was hurled into the sea by Corinaeus, the Trojan. It 
was to commemorate this circumstance that pre¬ 
vious to the building of the citadel, in 1671, an im¬ 
mense figure representing the giant was kept cut in 
the turf on the spot where that structure now stands. 

Thomas Carlyle, in his “Heroes and Hero Wor¬ 
ship,” expresses his belief that all those wild legends 
had some foundation ; in fact, that some person really 
lived at one time whose actions have been distorted 
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and amplified by successive narrators until his real 
personality has been lost under the mass of tradition 
that has gathered about him. In the Athenaeum at 
Plymouth are the skulls and other relics of a race of 
men who lived there in prehistoric times, and whose 
bones have been found in the limestone caves in the 
neighborhood. 

Those do not represent men of gigantic stature, 
but rather a race more nearly resembling in this 
respect the Japanese or the Scivashes of British Co¬ 
lumbia. At the same time it is possible that tribes, 
families, and individuals varying greatly in stature 
may have existed side by side in those early days 
as well as now. 

Plymouth, which under the name of “Luttone” 
formerly belonged to the abbot and monks of Plymp- 
ton, had a market as early as 1285, but was not in¬ 
corporated as a borough until 1439. I n the sixty- 
four years from 1338 to 1402 it was sacked by the 
French no less than five times; namely, 1338, 1350, 
1377, 1400, and 1402. On the last occasion it was 
the Bretons who were the aggressors and who are 
said to have burned four hundred houses. These 
last have left their mark in the town, a part of which, 
lying east of Sutton Harbor, being still known as 


A HERO OP PLYMOUTH SOUND. 5 


“Breton Side.” It was during one of these in¬ 
cursions that the village of West Stonehouse, which 
formerly stood somewhere between Kingsand and 
Maker, was wiped out of existence and has never 
been rebuilt. The township of East Stonehouse, 
however, lying between the boroughs of Plymouth 
and Devonport, is quite an important place. It was 
on Plymouth Hoe, near by where his bronze statue 
now stands, looking seaward, that Sir Francis Drake 
was playing bowls on the evening of July 19, 1588, 
when, to quote the words of Macaulay: 

“ There came a gallant merchant ship 
Full sail to Plymouth Bay,” 

announcing that the Spanish Armada was on its 
way up channel. 

“Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall, 
The beacons blazed upon the roof of Edgcumbe’s lofty hall. 
Many a light fishing bark put out to pry along the coast, 
And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a 
post. 

Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea; 
Such night in England ne’er had been, nor e’er again shall 
be.” 

“Edgcumbe’s lofty hall” had then been built about 
thirty-five years, and it is said that when the Duke 
of Medina Sidonia, who commanded the Spanish 



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Armada, visited England with his royal master, 
Philip II, in 1554, he, in company with the Admiral 
of France and Flanders, was entertained by Sir 
Piers Edgcumbe, and, while admiring the beauties 
of the good knight’s domain, made the pious re¬ 
solve to seize it at the first opportunity, and that on 
the accession of Queen Elizabeth King Philip prom¬ 
ised the duke that Mount Edgcumbe should be his 
when England was conquered. Had some one been 
thoughtful enough on his leaving Spain to present 
him with a cookery book published some centuries 
later he would have found in the directions “How to 
cook a hare” this significant passage: “First catch 
your hare.” Medina Sidonia never caught his hare; 
instead of that he caught a tartar. 

It was from Plymouth Sound that Drake and 
Hawkins sailed on their last voyage to the Spanish 
main, in 1595. 

Volumes might be filled with accounts of the stir¬ 
ring scenes which have been witnessed on these 
waters; I must, however, content myself with one 
or two. 

The Breakwater, built early in the nineteenth cen¬ 
tury, is an artificial island one mile in length and con¬ 
structed of enormous blocks of stone, held together 


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with iron clamps and cement. Entering- Plymouth 
Sound from the west, and sailing through Cawsand 
Bay, the heights around you bristling with cannon 
planted at every conceivable angle; passing close un¬ 
der the guns of Picklecoombe fort, admiring as you 
pass the tree-clad cliffs of Mount Edgcumbe, you 
meet an unexpected obstacle. 

Drake’s Island, covered with fortifications, oc¬ 
cupies a position nearly in the center of the space be¬ 
tween the Breakwater and Mill Bay. Between the 
island and Mount Edgcumbe is a ridge of rocks 
visible at low water. This is known as “The 
Bridge,” and no war vessel, nor any merchant ship 
above a certain tonnage is allowed to go over it at 
any time of the tide, the rule being to sail or steam 
around by the eastern end of Drake’s Island. 

It was in the early days of the nineteenth century 
that the brig Speedy was lying in Barn Pool just in¬ 
side the bridge. The Speedy was a war vessel of 
about one hundred tons burden, armed with twelve 
fourteen-pounders, and manned, or, rather, crowded 
with eighty men. She was commanded by Captain 
Cochrane, afterward Lord Dundonald, grandfather 
of the Lord Dundonald who served under Buller 
during the campaign in Natal and the relief of Lady- 


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smith. England was then at war with France and 
Spain, and by some means or other Captain Coch¬ 
rane got word that a rich Spanish merchant ship 
was in the channel on her way home from South 
America, with an immense amount of gold on board. 
Cochrane at once hoisted sail, and, to the astonish¬ 
ment and horror of the onlookers, was seen flying 
over “the bridge” before a brisk northerly breeze, to¬ 
tally disregarding the signals that were being made 
to return and be tried by court-martial for breaking 
the admiralty regulations. A few days later Coch¬ 
rane sailed back into the sound with the great Span¬ 
ish ship in tow, and two gol'den candlesticks, each 
six feet long, and which were designed for some 
Spanish cathedral, mounted on the ‘mastheads of 
the Speedy. 

Many a terrible shipwreck has been witnessed 
on these waters, both before and since the building 
of the Breakwater. One especially was that of an 
East Indiaman, crowded with passengers, most of 
whom were soldiers and their wives, on their way 
to India. She went ashore under the Hoe and lay 
broadside to on the rocks, at the mercy of the waves. 
Her crew and passengers were rescued from death 
by the courage and skill of Captain Pellew, after- 


A HERO OF PLYMOUTH SOUND. 9 


ward Lord Exmouth, who was on his way to St. 
Andrew’s Church, in company with Dr. Hawker, 
when he heard of the occurrence. Captain Pellew 
arrived on the spot just in time to effect the rescue 
before the ship went to pieces. In this connection 
I may mention that Captain Pellew’s old ship, the 
Arethusa, a name familiar and endeared to every 
British sailor, was afloat in Devonport Harbor when 
I left England, and I hope, later on, to devote a 
few pages to her and a few of her contemporaries 
who were in existence during my lifetime. 

There is another circumstance connected with 
Plymouth Sound, which I must insert here. I 
have not met with any mention of it in history, but 
it was a tradition of “no mean order” among old 
Plymouthians when I was a boy. It is this: 

During one of our wars with France in the eight¬ 
eenth century a French squadron was reported in 
the channel, heading toward Plymouth. The town 
was in a terrible state of alarm. There were few 
ships in port, and the troops had been removed, 
so that the place was practically defenseless, a fact 
of which the French admiral was probably well 
aware. Crowds of people were in the streets, eagerly 
and anxiously discussing the situation and trying to 


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devise means of defense, when a brilliant idea oc¬ 
curred to a native genius. As well as I remember 
it was a lady. The fashion at that time was for 
ladies of every grade in the social scale to wear 
scarlet cloaks. It was a warm evening about the 
middle of August, 17—, when word was brought 
into Plymouth of the near approach of the enemy. 

The fields around Plymouth were full of shocks 
of corn; and in cupboards and wardrobes in Ply¬ 
mouth were thousands of red cloaks. There was 
much bustle in the town that night, and travelers 
carrying mysterious-looking bundles were hurrying 
off east and west. When day dawned the cornfields 
around Plymouth presented a singular appearance. 
From Staddon Heights 011 the east, Stoke Damerel 
on the north, to Rame and Maker on the west, the 
shocks of corn were attired in scarlet; and when 
the Frenchmen on the seas turned their glasses 
toward the shore they saw the same dreaded color 
standing in serried ranks above the town which their 
fathers had met at Blenheim, at Ramifies, at Fon- 
tenoy, and Malaplaquet. They decided to defer their 
visit for some more suitable occasion. 

The special act of heroism which I wish to relate 
was performed on the night of October 13, 1877. 


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I well remember that night. It was Sunday. I 
had been conducting the services at Trematon. It 
was a bright, clear, windy afternoon, the wind 
blowing fresh from south-southwest. When I left 
Trematon, about 8.30 P. M., the wind had increased 
to a gale, and when I reached home about eleven 
o’clock it was blowing a hurricane. During my 
walk of about seven and a half miles I noticed a 
peculiar, close, warm feeling in the air, which made 
walking in an overcoat very difficult. My walk, 
with the previous exertions of the day, had fatigued 
me to such an extent that I had no sooner lain down 
than I was sound asleep. Next morning a remark¬ 
able sight presented itself. Gigantic oaks were lying 
in all directions. A row of tall elm-trees on the 
opposite side of the river were lying where they had 
stood the evening previous, and on all sides were 
marks of devastation and ruin. 

The shores of Plymouth Sound were strewn 
with wrecks. Several vessels went ashore in Jenny- 
cliff Bay and under Mount Batten. I saw a schooner 
lying on the rocks at Tinside, just east of where the 
promenade pier now stands. Her jib-boom was 
over the roadway, and I passed under it. Even up 
Cattewater limestone barges and other smaller craft 


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either sunk at their moorings or went ashore around 
Turnchapel and Oreston. But the most melancholy 
sight of all was two immense chain-cables lying 
across the breakwater. In the evening a large 
three-masted bark named the R. H. Jones had en¬ 
tered the sound and dropped anchor outside the 
breakwater. When the gale increased in violence 
the captain would no doubt have weighed anchor 
and sought shelter inside; but the wind blowing 
right in toward the land made this impossible, as 
before he could have gained sufficient sea-room to 
wear, he would in all probability have gone on the 
mew-stone or on the rocks under Bovisand. As it 
was he trusted his two anchors to lipid him against 
the gale, but was cruelly deceived. 

When the storm was at its height the anchors 
dragged. Then a tremendous sea struck the ship, 
lifting her right on the breakwater; then another sea 
struck her and carried her clean over, and she sunk in 
deep water inside. Her Majesty’s ship Turquoise 
was lying at anchor just off Drake’s Island. The 
moon had now risen, and those on board the war ves¬ 
sel observed a quantity of wreckage drifting shore¬ 
ward. Even inside the breakwater the sea was run¬ 
ning mountains-high, to use a common expression. 


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when away to windward there sounded a cry for 
help. Among those on the deck of the Turquoise 
was Quartermaster Barnes, who is described as a 
Christian man and a member of the Wesleyan Meth¬ 
odist Church. Mr. Barnes heard the cry for help, 
and determined, if possible, to effect a rescue. 
Again came the piteous cry, this time coming nearer, 
but still some distance off on the starboard bow. 

There was no time to be lost; unless he could 
intercept the man, in a few minutes he would pass 
under the ship’s stern and be dashed among the 
wreckage now rapidly accumulating in Jennycliff 
Bay. His first act was to fasten on his life-belt. 
Then he had a life-line attached to his waist. De¬ 
scending from the starboard gangway, he plunged 
into the water. It was a task fraught with consider¬ 
able danger and requiring tremendous muscular 
power to swim, fully clothed, across a heavily run¬ 
ning sea, where ships, spars, and rigging were being 
borne in tangled masses toward the shore. It was an 
anxious time for those on the Turquoise , as they just 
saw from time to time the head of the brave quarter¬ 
master appearing on the crest of a wave, and again 
and again disappearing. Then the man whom he 
had set out to rescue was seen drifting toward him 


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at an obtuse angle. Then there went up a cheer from 
the warship as Mr. Barnes caught his man and 
shouted to his comrades to haul him in. Then the 
line alternately tightened and slackened as slowly the 
men, still holding on to a piece of wreckage, were 
hauled across and through the waves. Another 
cheer as the rescued and rescuer were assisted up 
the side of the rolling and plunging ship and on to 
the deck. Then it was found that the man rescued 
was a German, the only survivor of the crew of the 
ill-fated R. H. Jones. I need not go into particulars 
of how Mr. Barnes’s heroic act was recognized by 
his comrades, the Royal Humane Society, or the 
members of King Street Chapel; but, as well as I 
remember, it did receive recognition on all sides, 
and I can only add that it was only one contribution 
to the long list of heroic deeds connected with Ply¬ 
mouth Sound. 

One other remarkable incident connected with 
that memorable night remains to be mentioned. It 
was some time after midnight, in fact about one 
or two A. M., that the wind suddenly shifted from 
southwest to northwest, and, after blowing with 
tremendous violence for about half an hour, as sud¬ 
denly died away. This sudden change of the wind 


A HERO OF PLYMOUTH SOUND. 


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saved one ship in the English Channel in the fol¬ 
lowing remarkable manner. I relate it as near as 
I can as it was told me in the course of a conversa* 
tion I had with him some time afterward by the 
Rev. Mr. Kelly, rector of Salcombe, Devonshire. 
A large passenger steamer was that evening slowly 
forcing her way down channel in the teeth of the 
gale. When she was some miles southeast of Eddy- 
stone her machinery broke down, and she was soon 
drifting helplessly on a lee shore. 

When within a couple of miles of the Sturt Point 
the captain told the passengers and crew that unless 
the wind changed within a few minutes, nothing 
could save them from going ashore. 

He had scarcely made this announcement, when 
the change I have mentioned took place and the ship 
was carried by the northwest gale far enough out to 
sea to be out of danger, and the next morning she 
put into Plymouth. 


A Hero 

of H. M. S. “Magpie.” 

“ Not once or twice in our rough island’s story, 

The path of duty was the way to glory.” 

—Tennyson. 

I uTThE thought one clear, bright, frosty Jan¬ 
uary morning, in 1871, as I walked up and down 
the deck of the steamship Aerial, in company with 
my old friend and former schoolmate George Mar¬ 
tin, that that was to be the last chat we should ever 
have together. I say “old friend,” not in respect of 
our advanced age, as my friend was scarcely out of 
his teens, while I was still in mine; but I had always 
respected his cool, dignified manliness, which con¬ 
trasted strongly with my somewhat impulsive tem¬ 
perament. He had always kept ahead of me in the 
day-school, and we had sat side by side in the class 
in the Sunday-school, which was taught by his fa¬ 
ther, Captain George Martin, of the sloop Secret . 

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As we steamed down the river under Saltash 
Bridge, and passed the old and new war vessels in 
the Hamoaze, we conversed on a variety of topics, 
among which our future prospects formed one. 
Hard work was before us both, and we knew it. 
His work on the sea was completed long before 
that year came to an end; mine continued another 
thirty years, spared to recount the cool recognizing 
and contempt of danger which characterized his life, 
and the heroic deed which brought that life to a close. 

He had been appointed doctor’s assistant, or 
sick bay steward on board Her Majesty’s steamer 
Magpie, which was commissioned for the east coast 
of Africa, to be engaged in the suppression of the 
slave-trade. We landed at North Corner, and at the 
Dockyard gate we shook hands, and parted. A few 
weeks later he left England never to return. 

Letters arrived from time to time, giving ac¬ 
counts of cruising up and down the Mozambique 
Channel, across the Indian Ocean, and along the 
coasts of Arabia and Beloochistan—letters full of 
interest to us, his old companions and schoolmates. 

Then one day toward the end of the summer there 
came a letter from the captain of the Magpie an¬ 
nouncing his death, 

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Before giving an account of the death of Mr. 
Martin it may be interesting to note a few particu¬ 
lars relating to the East African slave-trade. 

The tide of public opinion may be said to have 
turned in favor of the suppression of the slave-trade 
and the total abolition of slavery when the members 
of the Society of Friends in America, led by John 
Woolman and Anthony Benezet, passed resolutions 
in favor of abolition, and backed those resolutions 
by liberating their own slaves; which action was sup¬ 
ported by their brethren in England in 1754. 

The matter was brought before the British Par¬ 
liament early in 1788 by Clarkson and Wilberforce, 
names rendered famous by the noble stand they 
made in the cause of oppressed humanity. After ex¬ 
hausting inquiries which revealed unspeakable hor¬ 
rors in connection with the shipment of slaves from 
Africa to America, and in which it was shown that 
British ships alone carried forty-two thousand slaves 
annually, the first measure for the regulation of the 
traffic was passed in the British Parliament and re¬ 
ceived the royal assent on July 11, 1788. 

About the same time the matter was brought 
before the French National Assembly by Petiou, La¬ 
fayette, Mirabeau, and others, whose names were 


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afterward made familiar to the world in connection 
with the French Revolution. A writer on this sub¬ 
ject in the Encyclopaedia Britannica makes this ob¬ 
servation, that while the American and British agi¬ 
tators were influenced by the principles of Christian¬ 
ity, their co-workers in France were prompted by 
humanitarian motives and the principle of the equal¬ 
ity of mankind. 

Bonaparte on his return from Elbe, during the 
“hundred days” found time to bring the matter be¬ 
fore the French Chamber. The British and Amer¬ 
ican Governments, in 1814, inserted a clause in the 
treaty of Ghent dealing with the suppression of the 
traffic. A similar agreement was entered into be¬ 
tween the British and Brazilian Governments in 
1822. 

During at least fifty years of the nineteenth cen¬ 
tury British cruisers were kept active on the west 
coast of Africa, and a considerable set-off to the 
horrible unhealthiness of that station was the pros¬ 
pect of prize-money by the capture of slave ships. 

The emancipation of the slaves in the United 
States, and similar measures adopted by the South 
American Republics, together with the introduction 
of steam for the propelling of the ships employed in 


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its suppression, has reduced the West African trade 
to very small proportions. 

Meanwhile attention was drawn to the trade in 
human beings carried on along the East African 
Coast by the Arabs, who employed for the purpose 
light, swift-sailing craft, known as “dhows/’ ves¬ 
sels varying in size from fifty to one hundred and 
fifty tons’ burden, and sometimes much larger, 
armed with old-fashioned swivel-guns and manned 
by a crew of the most desperate ruffians that could 
be found. Those vessels, being of light draught, 
could evade the British cruisers by running into 
creeks, and over shoals and sandbars, where they 
could not be followed except by boats, and sometimes 
the most desperate conflicts ensued before their cap¬ 
ture was effected. 

The principal slave market on that coast was Zan¬ 
zibar, and it was only after considerable pressure 
had been brought to bear on the sultan by the Brit¬ 
ish Government, represented by Sir Bartle Frere, 
that he consented to close it in 1874. 

The then Sultan of Zanzibar, Seyid Burghash, 
has been described as a man of more than ordinary 
intelligence and of a mild, humane disposition; but 
while he had his own inclinations and the British 


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fleet on one side, he had the Arab chiefs and slave- 
traders on the other, and the closing of the Zanzibar 
slave market, while it materially checked did not 
suppress the East African trade, which found other 
outlets until the recent conquest of the Eastern Sou¬ 
dan by the British Egyptian troops, and the secur¬ 
ing the control of the Nile Valley is tending in the 
direction of its utter extinction. 

A characteristic story has been told of Seyid 
Burghash in connection with his visit to England a 
year or two after the closing of the Zanzibar slave 
market. The sultan was being shown through the 
National Art Gallery when he was observed closely 
examining the painting of the Good Samaritan. On 
being asked if he understood what it meant, he re¬ 
plied : “O yes, I see it plain enough. The man who 
fell among thieves is the poor African slave. The 
thieves are the Arab traders. The man who is as¬ 
sisting the unfortunate one is the British Govern¬ 
ment, while I am the ass that has to bear the burden 

Many thrilling stories used to appear in the 
papers at that time of the daring exploits of the 
British seamen employed in “cutting out” those 
dhows, one that I remember well being that of two 
blue-jackets belonging to a gunboat who had ob- 


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tained permission to take one of the ship’s boats 
for a row along the coast one evening. Pulling 
gently along the densely wooded shore, they sud¬ 
denly found themselves in a small creek where a 
dhow loaded with slaves was moored close to the 
shore. It was now nearly dark, and the two men 
decided at once to attempt to capture her. Armed 
only with their cutlasses, they ran their boat under 
her stern and sprang on deck. The Arabs were so 
taken by surprise at this sudden onslaught tha± 
without waiting to see how many of those terrible 
Britons had boarded them they fled below, and the 
hatches were promptly closed after them. The two 
sailors then cut her cable and put out to sea with 
their prize. It is needless to add that notwithstand¬ 
ing the intervention of a considerable amount of red 
tape, the men were well rewarded for their gallant 
exploit. It was on this work that Her Majesty’s 
gunboat Magpie was employed in 1871. She was 
cruising off the southern coast of Arabia for the 
purpose of intercepting any dhows that might have 
evaded the blockading squadron on the African coast 
when a dhow was sighted, and a chase ensued. A 
long range gun was fired from time to time, as a 
hint to her to shorten sail; but the Arabs, following 


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their usual tactics when closely pursued, took ad¬ 
vantage of a low sandy shore, where the water was 
too shallow for the gunboat to follow her, and ran 
their vessel ashore. They then got all their slaves, 
numbering about one hundred, on deck, struck off 
their irons and told them to run for their lives, 
as the white men would eat them if they caught 
them; but they, the Arabs, would protect them. 
Meanwhile boats were lowered from the war vessel, 
and the crews, armed with revolvers and cutlasses, 
were soon in pursuit. The Arabs made the most 
strenuous exertions to secure their slaves, but the 
poor creatures were stiff from long confinement in 
irons and weak from insufficient food, while the 
Magpie men were hot and eager for the chase. 

The Negroes made slow progress, while well- 
aimed revolver shots put many of their captors out 
of business, and some obstinate cases who showed 
fight were dealt with at close quarters with the steel. 
It was not long before all the slaves were collected 
and marched down to the beach, where to their sur¬ 
prise and delight they received every kindness and 
attention. They were soon on board the Magpie , 
and a hearty meal and some decent clothing made 
them a happier looking crowd of human beings than 


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had fled from their friends at the instigation of their 
enemies. 

Meanwhile on the beach another scene was being 
enacted. On quitting the dhow the Arabs had 
landed a poor slave boy, who being too ill to proceed 
with the others had been left to his fate. He was 
observed lying on the sand, and when the ship’s doc¬ 
tor and his assistant, Mr. Martin, came to him he 
was found to be in a raging fever. Very tenderly 
he was lifted into the boat and taken on board the 
Magpie, where he was lodged in the sick bay. It 
now devolved on Mr. Martin to care for him, and 
with that cool disregard of his own safety or con¬ 
venience that characterized him he set about his task. 
Day and night he nursed the little Negro boy with 
the same care and attention he would have bestowed 
on one of his own race, and in a few days he had the 
satisfaction of seeing his patient recovering. But 
alas! Those tropical fevers are infectious, and the 
young Negro was scarcely on his feet when his 
noble-hearted nurse was down with the same ter¬ 
rible fever. He rapidly sank, and a few days later 
the waters of the Persian Gulf closed over another 
of Britain’s sons, who life had been sacrificed in the 
cause of humanity and in the discharge of duty. 


A Hero of the Caradons 


'The Caradon Hills—I shall have occasion to 
mention them and some of their historical associ¬ 
ations later on. Every Cornishman who reads this 
will recall to mind the bleak, barren aspect of those 
rounded hills running- northeast and southwest from 
St. Ives to Altarnun, and if he hails from anywhere 
east of Liskeard will be familiar with the names of 
Pensilva, Tokenbury Corner, Minions, Caradon- 
town, Rilla Mill and Marke Valley, Cheese Wing, 
and a score of other places, including the mines of 
North and South Caradon, “Phoenix United,” Wheal 
Vincent, and others. 

Most of my readers are familiar with the story 
told by Thomas Carlyle, entitled “A Hero.” It may 
interest them to know that “brave Will” was the late 
Mr. Peter Roberts, of Callington, and that for some 
years I had the honor of serving on the same “plan” 
with him and his two sons. His eldest son, Mr. 

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three heroes. 


W. H. Roberts, who died in Plymouth a few years 
ago, for many years held the important position of 
Organizing Secretary of Young Men’s Christian 
Associations in the west of England. His younger 
son, Mr. J. P. Roberts, was at the time I left Eng¬ 
land engaged in farming in the County of Surrey. 
One of the last farewell letters I received before 
I left England was from Mr. W. H. Roberts, and 
an old “plan” in my possession, dated February, 
March, April, 1873, shows the name of Mr. Roberts, 
Sr., as “No. 10.” He has no appointments on this 
“plan,” which I attribute to the fact of his suffering 
at the time from asthma and miner’s consumption, 
from which terrible disease, which is generally 
brought on by exposure to damp and inhaling bad 
air and powder smoke, he died a few months after 
this “plan” was issued. 

Mr. Roberts was a man of more than ordinary 
intelligence and preaching ability, and it could truly 
be said of him, as it was of Barnabas (Acts xi, 25) : 
“He was a good man and full of the Holy Ghost 
and of faith.” I distinctly remember his calm, ear¬ 
nest, thoughtful face as he used to stand in the pul¬ 
pit of the old chapel at St. Dominic, and the quiet, 
earnest tone of his voice as he spoke in the “love- 


A HERO OF THE CARADONS. 


27 


feast” at Callington, where he was regarded with 
an affection which amounted almost to reverence. 
The man whom he rescued from death, the “Jack” 
of Carlyle’s story, was Mr. Walter Verran. A near 
relative of his, Mr. William Verran, whose name 
appears on the “plan” above referred to, was a par¬ 
ticular friend of mine, and many a long talk we have 
had together when on our way to and from our ap¬ 
pointments. Mr. Verran was for some years en¬ 
gaged in mining in Newfoundland. He was always 
a welcome and most interesting speaker at mission¬ 
ary meetings, and used to speak of himself as a 
“returned missionary.” 

The story of the rescue as told me by the late 
Mr. W. H. Roberts is, as near as I can remember 
it after a lapse of over twenty years, substantially as 
related by Carlyle, with one or two slight variations. 
It appears that the two men, Messrs. Roberts and 
Verran, were employed in one of the Caradon mines. 
They were engaged in sinking either a “winze,” 
connecting two levels, or the main shaft. They were 
blasting, and a man was stationed at a “plat” above 
them, whose duty it was to haul the men up to a 
place of safety when a “hole” was charged and a 
shot fired. He was provided for this purpose with 


28 


THREE HEROES. 


a windlass and bucket. When the powder had been 
duly “tamped” this man would be signaled, one 
man would be hauled up to the “plat,” while the 
other would remain behind to light the fuse, to be 
hauled up as soon as this was done. On this occa¬ 
sion, however, they had strangely enough forgotten 
to bring a knife with which to cut the fuse, and re¬ 
sorted to the clumsy expedient of cutting it with a 
sharp stone. After one or two blows, to their un¬ 
speakable horror the fuse ignited. Their position 
was terrible in the extreme. . Two men in a confined 
space, a heavy charge of blasting power, and a burn¬ 
ing fuse. Both men sprang to the bucket, and 
shouted to the man above to haul them up. This, 
however, was beyond his strength with nothing but 
a simple windlass. He replied by shouting down to 
them that he could only haul up one man at a time. 
Then came a crisis. It was a moment of decision. 
Gray in his “Elegy in a Country Churchyard,” pa¬ 
thetically asks the question: 

“For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, 

This pleasing anxious being e’er resigned, 

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, 

Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind!” 

And into Mr. Roberts’s mind there may have flashed 
the words of his Master: “Greater love hath no man 


A HERO OF THE CARADONS. 


29 


than this, that a man lay down his life for his 
friend.” 

The crisis was of only a moment’s duration. Mr. 
Roberts at once relinquished his hold on the bucket, 
exclaiming as he did so: “Go up, Walter, you are not 
ready to die. I am. In two minutes I shall be in 
heaven.” Verran was rapidly hauled up, and in 
about two minutes the explosion of the charge 
sent fragments of stone flying up the shaft, even 
striking the men who were anxiously peering down 
into the darkness. As quickly as possible they went 
down, expecting nothing less than to find the man¬ 
gled body of brave Peter Roberts buried under the 
rocks. To their intense delight and astonishment, 
however, he was alive and unhurt. On letting go his 
hold on the rope Mr. Roberts had placed himself in 
the corner of the shaft, with his face to the rock, 
awaiting what he firmly believed his instant death. 
There they found him with masses of rock piled 
around him. It is this cool, deliberate recognizing 
and facing danger and death that excites our* ad¬ 
miration infinitely more than that callous indiffer¬ 
ence or rash impetuosity that rushes headlong to its 
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